The Second Coming of George n' Georgia

George, and Georgia, woke up side by side whilst holding hands in George's bed. This was extremely uncomfortable, since they were both still shirtless, and Georgia's freshly made scars upon her shoulders and neck were quite the turn-off... Not that George was attracted to his otherworldly twin.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" They shouted at eachother simultaneously as they dipped off eachother.

-Answer: Temporal displacement due to host's circumstances have generated a parallel of host which must be united with host by the end of the following 24 hours or else both worlds will be etherized.-

What?

-Acknowledged. System is Simplifying answers for host's comprehension. Revised Answer: Host's journey into the Ether created a "Pandora's Box" effect which must be ended or host, and this woman, will cease to exist.-

How? What?

Whilst George was staring at the ceiling to avoid Georgia's eyes and seemingly thinking to himself incredibly heavily, Georgia stole one of his slightly longer shirts and dressed herself appropriately before replying.

"Who the fuck are you?"

-...Host should answer this question before system answers.-

George formed a sigh of relief upon seeing her get dressed, and replied slowly. "I'm... George."

Georgia furrowed her brows and stared at him, then checked him out slightly. His incredibly anorexic appearance did NOT do him any favors when he was topless, but he wasn't at all grotesque. Just uh, lanky as fuck.

"I'm Georgia."

George sighed, as this confirmed it. He then asked the first question that came to mind.

"Do you have a Demonic System?"

"A what?"

"Son of a bitch that makes this way harder..." George was slightly aggravated that she was mostly unintroduced to the concept that had now brought them together, but before he could explain, Georgia's eyes rolled back into her head and she fell forward into the bed.

-Host's Parallel has undergone extreme stress. System advises host properly secures her in the place-of-rest.-

George sighed and carefully lifted the parallel of himself into the bed, then waited.

-System has analyzed host's parallel. Host's parallel's statistics will now be shown.-

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[Georgia Taylor]

{Deceased}

[Revived by: Setanta, "Black Beast"]

{Soul} [60% Hosts, Rest Lost to Resurrectionist]

[Skills]

-{Unknown}

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"That's quite bare bones, isn't it?"

-Answer: Yes. System suspects that due to the circumstances, rest was either lost during transition to host's world, or resurrecionist removed items in-order for the transition to take place.-

Ah.

"Who the hell are you talking to...?" Georgia replied to George's question spoken aloud.

"It's a long story. Come on, let's get some breakfast." And George put on a Short-Sleeved T-Shirt (Blue, if you must know) and lead the way out.

"This place looks an awful lot like my house..." Georgia chimed.

...

When they exited George's room and meandered slowly into the kitchen and dining room, George's Mother (Nikki) was surprised and even blushed as she squealed in excitement.

"Oh my goodness!" As she put her hands on her cheeks and smiled jovially.

George took an enormous sigh in annoyance. "She's just a friend."

"Oh. Still no kids, then?" His mother was immediately disappointed.

"Yeah, surprise, I'm still gay." He rolled his eyes at her.

Georgia couldn't help but laugh at their relationship, but was then immediately reminded of something eerie...

This woman looked EXACTLY like her mother. Like, EVERY detail!

"What's your name, miss?" She quickly asked.

"Nikki Taylor, and yours, little lady?" The mother replied politely.

This caused Georgia's eyes to widen and her mouth opened slightly before she quickly closed it and looked around, realizing that this was her Uncle's house.

"G-Georgia..." She slowly sputtered out.

"Georgia and George, what a strange combo!" Nikki laughed and continued cooking up pancakes.

George and Georgia sat down in the living room, and George quickly inquired what was wrong with her. "Why were you acting so weird with my mom?"

Georgia replied with her disturbed mind being present, "Because she's my mom too. And this is my Uncle's house..."

George sighed then picked up his father's notebook, since he took notes on random documentaries that played during the day, and began explaining in as much detail he could about the Demonic System/s.

...

[The House of Don Gregori]

"So let me get this straight. You found a random boy in the street, sleeping, mugged him for his boxes of shit, then kicked him out. Are you fucking serious, kid?" Don Gregori spoke in a calm yet demanding tone, commanding the respect of everyone around him. Though, at this current juncture, he was very visibly angry.

"Y-yeah... I figured it'd be a good way to get some shit." The poor member replied.

"You're a fucking moron." Gregori clapped his hands and the member was dragged into a four-person cell that was (at this time) emptied just for him.

"Now we have so much work to do..." Gregori lamented to himself.